Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince (Savage Mafia Empire)

9. Luca

Chapter nine

Luca

We arrive at a private airport in the heart of Miami in the jet my father had just purchased a couple weeks ago.

"Luca, we’re landing,” the pilot’s voice crackles through the intercom.

I gaze out the window, my eyes fixed on the fields below. “Mancini blood will flood these fields,” I whisper to myself, my jaw clenched in determination.

What type of son will I be if I let the deaths of my parents go unpunished? Let it go without wreaking havoc? My mind is in turmoil and I am obnoxious to Bianca, who’s been standing in front of me for over a minute.

“Earth to Luca, the plane has landed.”

Immediately, I gain consciousness. I turn to Bianca, my face a mask of calm and a fake smile. “Shall we?”

My eyes flick to one of the men standing at attention nearby. “Vito, grab my bags. Be careful with the red one. If you so much as scratch it, you’re dead.”

He gulps loudly before nodding hastily. “Yes, Boss.”

I offer Bianca my right arm, and she takes it. Her eyes are laced with concern. She wouldn’t be worried about me if she had any idea what I had planned for the Mancinis. They are the ones she should be worried about.

We descend the jet’s stairs in silence. The cool Miami breeze sweeps across our faces.

When we reach the tarmac, I nod to the waiting convoy. “Let’s move. I’ve got a schedule to keep.”

The men scramble to load my bags into the G-Wagon; they are very coordinated with smooth movements. I open the door for Bianca, and she slides in, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Let’s go,” I command, as I slide into the car, shutting the door.

This city is about to be mine.

Miami is a big city with big possibilities; thankfully, my father, Salvatore De Santis, has built quite an empire. An empire that will now be ruled by me.

Bianca is quiet for most of the ride, with her head turned to the glass. She is my responsibility now, and my family’s legacy.

I turn away, gazing out the window at the city lights blurring by. My father was too scared to make the first move. He had the chance to get to the Mancinis first, but he didn’t. He wasn’t brave enough to attack his enemy first, or maybe he was too considerate of our past with them, which made him weak and vulnerable. And in our world, weakness gets you killed.

I’m not letting that mistake repeat itself.

Never again.

As we approach the main gate, I can see the grandeur of the De Santi empire unfolding before me. The gate is sleek as it slides open with a soft hum, revealing a winding driveway that snakes through a meticulously manicured garden.

The garden is a masterpiece of landscape design. Lush greenery and vibrant flowers that seem to glow in the fading light of day. The air is thick with the scent of blooming roses and the soft chirping of birds.

As we continue up the driveway, the mansion comes into view.

It’s a sprawling, white behemoth of a building with columns and arches that evoke the grandeur of a presidential palace. The windows are tinted, reflecting the sun’s rays like a mirror, and the front door is a massive, ornate affair that looks like it was plucked straight from the pages of a fairy tale.

The car pulls up to the entrance, and Vito leaps out to open my door.

I step out, my eyes scanning the perimeter of the property, taking in the subtle security details that only a trained eye would notice.

Bianca follows, her eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the opulence of our surroundings.

“Welcome home, Luca,” Vito says, his voice low and respectful. “The family is waiting for you in the study.”

With a gentle nod, my face is a mask of calm. “Good. Let’s get down to business.”

Bianca stares at me, confused. “Family?” Her eyes are still swollen from last night.

The Mancinis have caused us so much pain. They’ll feel worse when I am done with them.

“Bianca, come on,” I say, striding ahead without bothering to answer her question.

“What are we doing here, Luca?”

“You’ll see soon.”

I push open the study door, revealing a room filled with men of all shapes and sizes. They’re all dressed in suits, and their faces are a mix of rugged and refined. Some have tattoos, others have scars, but all of them exude an air of quiet confidence.

“Ah, Luca! Welcome home, son!” one of the older men booms, his voice like a warm hug.

With a gentle nod, my eyes scan the room. “Gentlemen.”

Bianca’s eyes widen as she takes in the scene. “Who are all these people?” she whispers, tugging on my arm.

Ignoring her, my focus is on the men in front of me. “Let’s get down to why we’re here. We’ve got a lot on our plate.”

“Luca, my boy,” the old man says again, his voice low and gravelly, as he approaches me. He wraps his hands around mine, his grip firm. “I’m so sorry about your parents. Their deaths won’t go unpunished.”

With a smile, my eyes glint with determination. “That’s why I’m here—revenge!”

The man nods, his eyes gleaming with approval. “We’ll get through this together, Luca. We’ll make sure those responsible pay.”

I turn to Bianca, my voice cold. “Bianca, go with Vito. He’ll show you your room. Sterling will be joining us soon.”

Bianca’s eyes widen, her face pale. “But Luca, I-”

My voice is firm and loud, I cut Bianca off before she gets to complete her sentence. There are more important things to take care of now. “Now, Bianca. I have a plan to hatch.”

Vito steps forward, his eyes sympathetic. “Come on, Bianca. I’ll get you settled in.”

Bianca hesitates, then nods and follows Vito out of the room.

“Alright, gentlemen,” I say, my voice commanding.

“Let’s get acquainted. Everyone introduce yourselves so the table knows who you are.”

The first man, the same old man, burly with a thick beard, steps forward. “I’m Victor Conti, head of the Conti family. We control the docks and the shipping lanes.”

With a nod, my eyes lock on his. “Victor. Good to meet you.”

Next, a lean, dark-haired man speaks up. “I’m Marco Rossi, head of the Rossi family. We run the streets, the drugs, and the guns.”

My face curves into a smile, my eyes glinting with approval. “Marco. I’ve heard great things about your... entrepreneurial spirit.”

The introductions continue, each man revealing their name and their family’s specialty. There’s Carlos Morales, the king of weapons and arms; and finally, the last man, a towering giant with a scar across his cheek.

“I’m Sebastian Barnett, head of the Barnett family. We handle the finances, the money laundering, and the dirty work.”

I nod, my eyes locked on his. “Sebastian. I’ve heard you’re a man who gets things done.”

A cloud of smoke forms in the air as I release it after I take a deep drag on my cigar. The smoke curls around my face. “Gentlemen, I’m glad we’re all on the same page.”

“My name is Luca De Santi, son of Salvatore De Santi and heir to the De Santi’s empire.”

“It’s not news anymore about the cause of my parents’ death. Although, that won’t go unpunished. We’ll work together, as a team, to take down our enemies and build up our empire.”

The room falls silent, and the men’s eyes fix on me with a mix of respect and fear. I know I’ve made my point. I am the new boss, and I will make sure they get the message when I say I don’t want to be messed with.

“Come in!” I yell, my voice echoing off the walls. I was already expecting this moment.

One of my men pushes in a battered and bruised figure, blindfolded and tied up. The man stumbles and falls to the ground, whimpering in pain.

“Ah, meet our guest.” With a kick to the abdomen, he groans, curling into a ball.

“This piece of trash embezzled some of my father’s money, thinking he could get away with it after his death.” I cough out a laugh, pausing for a second. “He tried to run to Manhattan, but Dino had uncovered his plans and caught up with him.”

The men in the room watch with impassive faces, their eyes cold and unyielding. My eyes flicker to Dino’s and he nods a greeting.

“You see, gentlemen,” I continue, my voice dripping with menace. “This is what happens when you try to cross the De Santi family. You get caught, you get punished, and you get made an example of.”

I lean down, my face inches from the man’s terrified expression. “You’re going to tell me everything, and I mean everything. Where the money is, who helped you, and who else is involved?”

The man nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. “I’ll tell you; I’ll tell you everything!”

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”

The room falls silent, the only sound being the man’s sobs and the heavy breathing of the men surrounding him. I straighten up, my eyes never leaving the man’s face.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”

I punch him in the face hard enough that he's spitting blood out.

“It was Roma. Roma helped me steal the money.”

Fuck . To think I had trusted that asshole. Father had sent him here to help with the business in Miami.

I grip his shirt tight and pull him closer to me.

“You lie!”

“I swear on my father’s grave, it was Roma that helped me. We stole the money together and planned to run away before Dino caught me.”

“Where the fuck is my money?”

I tighten my grip on his shirt, taking a fistful of the cloth.

“It's gone. That bastard double-crossed me.”

My fists connect to his jaw in a swift manner. No one fucking messes with my business. He wails in pain as I keep him up with my grip on him.

“I’m not lying. Roma left me with nothing. He fucking deceived me.”

I turn to Vito.

“Get Roma for me. Right now!”

There’s nothing I hate more than having betrayers working for me. I’ll make this one an example for the rest.

In a fit of fury, I unleash a frenzy of kicks, each one landing with a sickening thud. The man’s body contorts in agony, his screams echoing off the walls. Blood splatters everywhere, like a gruesome painter’s canvas. It stains the floors, the furniture, and even my suit. I kick his head repeatedly until it bursts like a ripe fruit, splashing blood and brain matter everywhere.

The room is frozen for a moment and the men watch with surprising expressions. They look impressed. Still, no one dares to move or speak. The air is heavy with the stench of blood and death.

I pull out a white handkerchief and wipe my face, smearing blood across my cheeks. The fabric is stained crimson, a grotesque contrast to its original purity.

The man’s body lays motionless, his eyes frozen in a permanent scream and his face a macabre mask of terror. I stand over him, my chest pounding.

“No one fucking messes with me.” The room is silent as I spit on the dead body and the men who are seated are now shifting uncomfortably in their seats. “Everyone plays by my fucking rules.”

My phone rings in my pocket as I walk out of the room. It’s Castor. The extra spy I hired to check on the Mancinis while I build an empire in Miami. I will have my revenge at any cost, and I won’t stop, even if I’m six feet beneath the ground.

“Hello, Castor, fill me in on Gianna’s movements. I wanna know what that backstabbing bitch is up to.”